A friend of mine who lives in Windsor recently posted these photos, on Facebook, of a rather strange-look squirrel in her neighborhood. I was so intrigued by them I asked her if could post them here, so all you fellow Nature Nuts out there can have a look, and weigh in on what you think might being going on. Not long ago I did a couple of posts about leucism (partial albinism or pigment reduction) in birds and animals, and I've also seen some posts and photos on blogs I follow, but I don't think simple leucism can explain this little guy (or gal).
This isn't just a case of "washed-out" color like we normally see in leucistic critters. It's a totally different texture, too. There has to be some other kind of genetic mix-and-match going on, don't you think? And the division is certainly strange, almost like the squirrel is wearing wooly chaps!
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.